Casanova – Gripped UP Lyrics

Gripped UP Lyrics by Casanova

[Hook/Chorus]
I’m riding through your block
I got the call, I got the drop
I got the address to your spot
Swear to god you getting shot
N—a I stay with this, n—a don’t play with this
I’m gripped up!
N—a I stay with this, n—a don’t play with this
I’m gripped up!
N—a I stay with this, n—a don’t play with this
I’m gripped up!
N—a I stay with this, n—a don’t play with this
Boom, boom, boom!

[Verse 1]
Somebody pull the truck up
I swear to god I’ma kill a m———r
B—h you a p—y, you a sucker
If you ain’t about that life then shut the f–k up
(?)
We gon’ catch you at the light
Brace yourself, fool
Painted hammer at the light
Dub on me I’m Mike
Gun on him I’m hype
I’ma keep it real simple
Bullet went through his temple
I was hanging out the window
Yeah, I had an extendo
Still got a full clip, and I let about ten go
(?), yeah
I’m really with the s—s, yeah
Your b—h bro call me big bro
P—y n—a better get low, cause-

[Verse 2]
Where you from? Throw your city up
I’m a bad boy, call Diddy up
Cause we about to f–k the city up
Couple bands on me and a semi tucked
Like Pac, I’ma hit ’em up
It’s a robbery n—a, give it up
N—-s know how I give it up
Wanna find him, better dig him up
N—-s know we the in and out
If you play with my gang
We don’t play we gon’ bang
The AK’s gon’ bang
Talking s–t ’til we find out
Y’all n—-s wanna hide out
Know a n—a gon’ ride out
First off is your mom house
It’s your fault, don’t cry now
Pray that s–t gon’ die down
But n—-s know where you live
If we don’t we gon’ find out

Gripped UP Lyrics by Casanova

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